WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
“You wanna practice with me?” Wessex suggests, oh so casually, a ghost of a smile on her lips before baring her fangs a little to let him know just how they might practice. Just a little extra step or two, but totally doable. “I’ve never been either a jaguar or a snake before,” she muses, curiosity and excitement creeping in despite her best efforts. “But I’d be happy to try one if you want to focus on something in particular.”
At this point, Loki deigns to raise her head and peers over at the two humans, yawning briefly and fanning her wings before deciding that napping is better than whatever’s got her bonded’s attention.
At this point, Loki deigns to raise her head and peers over at the two humans, yawning briefly and fanning her wings before deciding that napping is better than whatever’s got her bonded’s attention.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
